Post by Megis on Aug 15, 2023 3:07:37 GMT -5
Megis had been in a bit of downer recently. The Majin had attempted to run a little experiment to see just where his popularity among South City was at, only to have it blow up horribly in his face. He only actually got one participant in this experiment of his, and when that single man voted for Derry he had lost it, blowing up his operation and fleeing the scene. When the rage finally washed away Megis found himself out in the East, somewhere deep in the Spinach Wastes.
At first he wandered for a while, not sure of what to do next. There weren't exactly many people around these parts that he could talk to, and that was assuming that he even wanted to continue on with that little experiment of his. A one person sample size wasn't exactly the most solid of foundations, but if he had to hear even a single person say Derry's name again... no, he couldn't handle that. He needed to find something new to occupy his time until he had settled down.
Eventually after walking for long enough Megis began to feel as though the surroundings were... familiar? Oh, that's right: he was nearing the the home that Mikan had once told him about. He recalled exploring the region and coming upon that strange creature Kyten near here, though that was probably close to a month ago now. The depths of the bunker he discovered had amazed even him, and he wondered whether or not he had even explored them all.
Before he even knew it, Megis was climbing down into the hatch leading into the Tuffle bunker. Being here produced an odd feeling in Megis; one which the Majin struggled to properly describe. Was it... nostalgia? He had been created by a Tuffle, and for the early portions of his life he was raised amongst their culture. He had even been originally created for the sole purpose of eradicating the Saiyans, though that purpose had been mostly forgotten a long time ago.
Megis may have felt differently if he had ever made it to Plant, which was something he still planned to do one day, but he had barely ever encountered any Saiyans on Earth. There was... Celerous? Was he a Saiyan? He struggled to remember. That had been probably the only Saiyan he ever encountered, and any desire to kill him was lacking. He imagined the disappointment within Mikan had the old man ever learnt of that encounter, but even then the Tuffle could barely remember his original purpose either.
Mikan... grew a fondness for some of Earth's natural herbs. He found a commune of people with a similar mind, and spent most of his days being busy with them. Whatever desires he had beyond the smoke were quickly lost to him, even if they remained within Megis for a time. In the beginning it had been about hunting Saiyans, but with an immature mind it was hard to keep focus on any goals outside of your immediate reach. Megis had to find new ways to keep himself occupied.
First it was the simple pleasures. He fought mostly, like at the Lookout against Glainne and the others, or against Erbia at the remnants of Battle Island. Things were simpler back then, and the idea of being president would have been laughed off by the Majin if someone had told him. Megis was practically laughing too as he said the words in his head. Where and when exactly did he get it in his mind to try and run for president? He wasn't even sure he remembered himself now.
It must have been six months at least now that he had this wacky idea in mind. Maybe even longer? It probably started around the time that he confronted Derry at Mount Paozu, when the Tuffle boy set up that beacon of his. Bael wanted a refuge for his people from the war that was going on in Hatchi, and Derry shut him down. Megis tried to attack Derry, but obviously he was far outmatched by the President. He still is, even if that gap is closing bit by bit.
Something inside of him awoke that day; something he didn't even know was there. Some sort of... connection to the Tuffles that he still can't explain, probably owing to his birth and creation at the hands of Mikan. He wanted to help Bael that day, to help all the Tuffles in the universe... but he failed. Derry was too strong that day, and not just in terms of physical strength. Derry had the power of the presidency backing him; a power that Megis couldn't hope to compete with.
Life was probably better before then. Planning the destruction of the Saiyans was something Megis could easily procrastinate, giving him time to do other things. Roam the country side, make friends with Moire or Bing... Bing. But now the Presidency was right in his face; he couldn't rightly put it to one side. The thing he couldn't get out of his head was that Derry had still yet to make any public appearances since the campaign season picket up. Megis hadn't heard one word from him in months now.
Just where the Hell was he? Part of the reason Megis had started this thing was just to get back at him; to prove that he could beat him in some sort of battle, whether it be with fists or in the debate hall. Yet... nothing. It was as though the pink haired man had simply disappeared, leaving Megis scratching his head. On top of that no one had yet to take his place as his lead rival; the Majin was still the only major candidate in the election, which he didn't really know how to feel about.
On the one hand, it should theoretically make a victory much easier for him. With just one major candidate who could possibly beat him? Sure, there were some lower end guys throwing their name in the hat, but none of them would have the campaign power that Megis had. He didn't even bother dedicating any of his time worrying about them; most would probably drop out closer to the election day. It was Derry he thought he needed to worry about.
Yet on the other hand, where was the victory in that? You can only fight a true battle if there's someone on the other side; if the enemy doesn't even show up then can you really claim to have won? Megis balled his hand into a fist; he would have smacked Derry across the face if the Earthling was here right now. Was this his way of getting another one over Megis? To not show up, avoiding any sort of defeat? What a way to go out.
He hadn't even really thought much beyond the initial victory. Get rid of the accords, fund martial arts, set up a team... but beyond that? He couldn't really say. It made him wonder how well suited he was for the job, seeing as he was mostly just running out of spite and ego. He wanted to beat Derry, and he wanted to be number one. Was that enough to sustain a whole two years? It was more likely that he'd get bored after a few months, and then what?
He desire to rule would begin to wain, and with that his leadership skills would erode. His popularity would diminish, which would obviously lead to Megis being enraged. Things would only get worse from there on out, yet still something inside of the Majin pushed him on. Was it the desire to prove others wrong, or to prove himself wrong? Maybe he could be a good president... as long as he had the right kind of help beside him.
At first he wandered for a while, not sure of what to do next. There weren't exactly many people around these parts that he could talk to, and that was assuming that he even wanted to continue on with that little experiment of his. A one person sample size wasn't exactly the most solid of foundations, but if he had to hear even a single person say Derry's name again... no, he couldn't handle that. He needed to find something new to occupy his time until he had settled down.
Eventually after walking for long enough Megis began to feel as though the surroundings were... familiar? Oh, that's right: he was nearing the the home that Mikan had once told him about. He recalled exploring the region and coming upon that strange creature Kyten near here, though that was probably close to a month ago now. The depths of the bunker he discovered had amazed even him, and he wondered whether or not he had even explored them all.
Before he even knew it, Megis was climbing down into the hatch leading into the Tuffle bunker. Being here produced an odd feeling in Megis; one which the Majin struggled to properly describe. Was it... nostalgia? He had been created by a Tuffle, and for the early portions of his life he was raised amongst their culture. He had even been originally created for the sole purpose of eradicating the Saiyans, though that purpose had been mostly forgotten a long time ago.
Megis may have felt differently if he had ever made it to Plant, which was something he still planned to do one day, but he had barely ever encountered any Saiyans on Earth. There was... Celerous? Was he a Saiyan? He struggled to remember. That had been probably the only Saiyan he ever encountered, and any desire to kill him was lacking. He imagined the disappointment within Mikan had the old man ever learnt of that encounter, but even then the Tuffle could barely remember his original purpose either.
Mikan... grew a fondness for some of Earth's natural herbs. He found a commune of people with a similar mind, and spent most of his days being busy with them. Whatever desires he had beyond the smoke were quickly lost to him, even if they remained within Megis for a time. In the beginning it had been about hunting Saiyans, but with an immature mind it was hard to keep focus on any goals outside of your immediate reach. Megis had to find new ways to keep himself occupied.
First it was the simple pleasures. He fought mostly, like at the Lookout against Glainne and the others, or against Erbia at the remnants of Battle Island. Things were simpler back then, and the idea of being president would have been laughed off by the Majin if someone had told him. Megis was practically laughing too as he said the words in his head. Where and when exactly did he get it in his mind to try and run for president? He wasn't even sure he remembered himself now.
It must have been six months at least now that he had this wacky idea in mind. Maybe even longer? It probably started around the time that he confronted Derry at Mount Paozu, when the Tuffle boy set up that beacon of his. Bael wanted a refuge for his people from the war that was going on in Hatchi, and Derry shut him down. Megis tried to attack Derry, but obviously he was far outmatched by the President. He still is, even if that gap is closing bit by bit.
Something inside of him awoke that day; something he didn't even know was there. Some sort of... connection to the Tuffles that he still can't explain, probably owing to his birth and creation at the hands of Mikan. He wanted to help Bael that day, to help all the Tuffles in the universe... but he failed. Derry was too strong that day, and not just in terms of physical strength. Derry had the power of the presidency backing him; a power that Megis couldn't hope to compete with.
Life was probably better before then. Planning the destruction of the Saiyans was something Megis could easily procrastinate, giving him time to do other things. Roam the country side, make friends with Moire or Bing... Bing. But now the Presidency was right in his face; he couldn't rightly put it to one side. The thing he couldn't get out of his head was that Derry had still yet to make any public appearances since the campaign season picket up. Megis hadn't heard one word from him in months now.
Just where the Hell was he? Part of the reason Megis had started this thing was just to get back at him; to prove that he could beat him in some sort of battle, whether it be with fists or in the debate hall. Yet... nothing. It was as though the pink haired man had simply disappeared, leaving Megis scratching his head. On top of that no one had yet to take his place as his lead rival; the Majin was still the only major candidate in the election, which he didn't really know how to feel about.
On the one hand, it should theoretically make a victory much easier for him. With just one major candidate who could possibly beat him? Sure, there were some lower end guys throwing their name in the hat, but none of them would have the campaign power that Megis had. He didn't even bother dedicating any of his time worrying about them; most would probably drop out closer to the election day. It was Derry he thought he needed to worry about.
Yet on the other hand, where was the victory in that? You can only fight a true battle if there's someone on the other side; if the enemy doesn't even show up then can you really claim to have won? Megis balled his hand into a fist; he would have smacked Derry across the face if the Earthling was here right now. Was this his way of getting another one over Megis? To not show up, avoiding any sort of defeat? What a way to go out.
He hadn't even really thought much beyond the initial victory. Get rid of the accords, fund martial arts, set up a team... but beyond that? He couldn't really say. It made him wonder how well suited he was for the job, seeing as he was mostly just running out of spite and ego. He wanted to beat Derry, and he wanted to be number one. Was that enough to sustain a whole two years? It was more likely that he'd get bored after a few months, and then what?
He desire to rule would begin to wain, and with that his leadership skills would erode. His popularity would diminish, which would obviously lead to Megis being enraged. Things would only get worse from there on out, yet still something inside of the Majin pushed him on. Was it the desire to prove others wrong, or to prove himself wrong? Maybe he could be a good president... as long as he had the right kind of help beside him.